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championoftime
21 July 2011 @ 02:11 pm
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[Private to Mozenrath]

I have something I want to discuss with you.

Mr. Nygma approached me on wanting you to take a truth serum. I volunteered to gauge the truth myself psychically. [So much brain touching. He's been doing so much brain touching lately. He's going to have to wash his mind out again.] I've discussed it with your warden, and he's willing if you are. But only if you are and I'd much rather talk about it in person with him present.

[Private to Narvin]

We need to do that matter with Arthas. Tonight. I need the distraction and I'm not in a mood to have him trifle with me. You'll be safe enough. [Tiny pissy man is tiny and pissy.]

[Private to Arthas]

You've an appointment with the Doctor this evening. Let me know when you're in and I'll be about with my lovely nurse.

That sounded far more terrible than I intended. Ignore it. Just be in your cabin and inform me of when the proper hour would be to meet.
 
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Narvinektralonum: narrow eyed[personal profile] timesbureaucrat on August 4th, 2011 04:05 am (UTC)
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[It takes a bit of self control to pull back on his psychic attack. The urge to simply rip into Arthas' mind is strong. He glances quickly at the Doctor. He's not sure whether it's to see if he's distracted enough that Narvin could get away with more mental violence and assertion of power, or to see if he's prepared to stop Narvin if he goes too far. He's not sure which outcome he wants at the moment.]

Arthas, kneel. [Words.]

Arthas, kneel. [A psychic touch, lighter than before, slithering in.]
Arthas Menethil: YOU.[personal profile] darknessb4me on August 5th, 2011 06:36 pm (UTC)
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[There it is - he tries to get ahold of it but it's like trying to catch mist in his hands and it's clumsy and awkward and utterly ineffective and so so frustrating.

He ends up kneeling, but barely cares through the haze of red. The instinct now is to chase the presence back out and beat the hell out of it but he comes up against what appears to be a solid wall. Can't push his thoughts out any further than his own head when he's inmate-capped. He recognizes it as a weakness; a dependency on the Lich King's magic. If it was possible to hate this situation any more, that would do it.

He stands with a snarl.]

This is ridiculous.